I wanna be, loved by strangersHug, my heroesBut I'm, seeing shadows, where I go they goMirrored by the momentPainter back against the wallWhere's the loop hole?Where's the exit?My, legs are dragging on sticky carpetDrink it down in one hitStare along the skirting board

Humilaition,Humiliation,Humilation.Tell me how to handle this frustration, causeThis is not the time or place.Humiliation.